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Neil Peart Has Passed Away


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You've got to be kidding.

 

He wasn't just the greatest drummer of all time, he wasn't just one of the greatest lyricists of all time, he was also one of the only rock stars to put his family before his career in the end. How old can his daughter be now? He should've had more time with her, and her with him. :(

 

I'm sitting at my desk holding back tears .. I'm glad we saw him play together EP

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Many of you don't know me. I know I'm listed as an admin but have been mostly MIA.

 

But today this is where I have to be. I'm a Rush fan because of Neil. His books drew me in before I grew to love the music.

 

Because of him, I'll never be the same. Chose my username because of his book...

 

I am devastated and in shock.

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We all knew that this day would come.....someday. We just didn't expect it to come so soon.

 

 

When you least expect it, expect it. Such is the mystery and misery of Life.

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Many of you don't know me. I know I'm listed as an admin but have been mostly MIA.

 

But today this is where I have to be. I'm a Rush fan because of Neil. His books drew me in before I grew to love the music.

 

Because of him, I'll never be the same. Chose my username because of his book...

 

I am devastated and in shock.

 

I am totally numb. At a complete loss for words or thoughts.

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In this one of many possible worlds,

All for the best or some bizarre test?

It is what it is and whatever,

Time is still the infinite jest

 

The arrow flies when you dream,

The hours tick away,

The cells tick away

 

The Watchmaker keeps to his schemes,

The hours tick away, they tick away

 

The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect,

So hard to earn so easily burned

The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect,

So hard to earn so easily burned

 

In the fullness of time,

A garden to nurture and protect

 

In the rise and the set of the sun,

'Til the stars go spinning,

Spinning 'round the night

Oh, it is what it is, and forever

Each moment a memory in flight

 

The arrow flies while you breathe,

The hours tick away,

The cells tick away,

 

The Watchmaker has time up his sleeve,

The hours tick away, they tick away

 

The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect,

So hard to earn so easily burned

 

In the fullness of time,

A garden to nurture and protect

(It's a measure of a life)

 

The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect,

The way you live, the gifts that you give

 

In the fullness of time,

It's the only return that you expect

 

The future disappears into memory

With only a moment between.

Forever dwells in that moment,

Hope is what remains to be seen.

Forever dwells in that moment,

Hope is what remains to be seen.

 

In the fullness of time,

A garden to nurture and protect

(It's a measure of a life)

 

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In this one of many possible worlds,

All for the best or some bizarre test?

It is what it is and whatever,

Time is still the infinite jest

 

The arrow flies when you dream,

The hours tick away,

The cells tick away

 

The Watchmaker keeps to his schemes,

The hours tick away, they tick away

 

The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect,

So hard to earn so easily burned

The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect,

So hard to earn so easily burned

 

In the fullness of time,

A garden to nurture and protect

 

In the rise and the set of the sun,

'Til the stars go spinning,

Spinning 'round the night

Oh, it is what it is, and forever

Each moment a memory in flight

 

The arrow flies while you breathe,

The hours tick away,

The cells tick away,

 

The Watchmaker has time up his sleeve,

The hours tick away, they tick away

 

The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect,

So hard to earn so easily burned

 

In the fullness of time,

A garden to nurture and protect

(It's a measure of a life)

 

The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect,

The way you live, the gifts that you give

 

In the fullness of time,

It's the only return that you expect

 

The future disappears into memory

With only a moment between.

Forever dwells in that moment,

Hope is what remains to be seen.

Forever dwells in that moment,

Hope is what remains to be seen.

 

In the fullness of time,

A garden to nurture and protect

(It's a measure of a life)

 

not sure I can ever listen to this again

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Many of you don't know me. I know I'm listed as an admin but have been mostly MIA.

 

But today this is where I have to be. I'm a Rush fan because of Neil. His books drew me in before I grew to love the music.

 

Because of him, I'll never be the same. Chose my username because of his book...

 

I am devastated and in shock.

 

I am totally numb. At a complete loss for words or thoughts.

Same. :heart:

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God. I knew this day would come, but I knew it in a theoretical way. I also knew it would hit me hard. I'm in shock right now, I just keep staring at the screen and wishing this wasn't real.

 

I wrote this to explain to my friends on Facebook what Neil meant to me, and I might as well post it here too, even though I know all of you understand already...

 

I'm not one to get upset about the deaths of people I don't know personally. All the same, I've known for years there would be one powerful exception to that rule: Neil Peart.

 

Neil's philosophy of life - his commitment to reason, his love of science and art, his relentless pursuit of excellence in everything he did, from drumming to writing - was a profound influence on me as a teenager. I would spend hours sitting and listening to Rush records in the basement - loudly, through headphones - while I read along with the lyrics and memorized them until they were etched in stone in my brain.

 

I can chart the changes in my own life through his words, and as I've aged, songs have taken on deeper meanings, and sometimes different ones altogether. Some that went over my head at 25 have become powerfully resonant on the precipice of 35. (Freeze this moment a little bit longer...)

 

More than the others, though, the words he wrote for the song Available Light, which I first heard at the age of 13, became a guiding star for me for the following 20 years. In high school, they gave me with the motivation to apply for a student exchange to Denmark. I printed them out and hung them on the wall of my dorm room in university, and after graduation they took me to Korea. Finally, I followed them north to Alert. They were an inspiration to travel, to see the world in all its wonderful complexity, and in a more literal sense, they were an inspiration to find my own creative expression through photography. I can say without exaggeration that I would not be where I am today, or who I am today, without them.

 

Thank you, Neil. I hope you knew how much your art meant to the many millions of kids like me, the dreamers who wanted to believe the world has meaning and depth and beauty in it. I'd always wished that I could have the chance to tell you...

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Some are born to move the world and live their fantasy

Most of us just dream about the things we’d like to be

Sadder still to watch it die than never to have known it

For you, the blind, who once could see

The bell tolls for thee

 

Thank you, Neil. ❤️

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Dont log in nor post here much, like everyone else, just stunned by the news.

 

RIP Neil, thank you for the music, the wisdom, and the joy.

 

So sad for his wife and daughter and so sad he had so very little time to enjoy his retirement, which we know he was greatly looking towards.

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